Seraphina came from a noble family, and noble wives certainly didn’t suck cock. But she’d gone to live and study at Krähenstein Academy young, and there, she’d met boys and girlsfrom all social classes, and some of them, when they reached the right age, did suck cock and sometimes talked about it.
She’d never seen one, either, aside from the anatomy textbooks. Now she had one in her hand, slowly guiding it into her mouth, and she still couldn’t say she’d seen it.
She managed half of it when she had to stop and swallow around it, her jaw aching and her throat trying to decide if it was going to deploy her gag reflex or not. The stitch along the underside dragged against the middle of her tongue. It was oddly arousing. She wondered two things: one, were all cocks this long and thick, and two, if one day she convinced Rune to put it in her cunt, would she feel that stitch rub her wall, and would she like it?
“You’re torturing me,” he breathed.
She wanted to say she was sorry, but with her mouth full, what came out was a low hum. It sent vibrations through his length, and she felt his abdominal muscles tense. He grunted, and the next thing she knew, his hand was on her head. He didn’t push down, just left it there, and the gesture sent a wave of pleasure through her core. Her pussy clenched around nothing. Seraphina pressed her legs together and rubbed her thighs discreetly. She didn’t want to touch herself yet, though she would have to at some point. It would become too much, but teasing herself felt good, too.
She breathed through her nose and took another inch. One more, and her throat contracted, warning her that this was her limit. At least until she got some practice in. The contraction of her throat earned her another groan from Rune. His fingers flexed, digging into her hair. His reactions were so natural and unexpected... Seraphina had never dreamed she could have such power over a man.
“Please...”
And oh, how she loved it when he begged. He was so good at it, too. She moved her head back up, then descended once more, swirling her tongue and sucking to the best of her ability. She wrapped her hand around the base of his cock, where she couldn’t reach with her mouth, and rubbed in time with the movement of her head. Up and down, in jerky, uncoordinated motions, and she knew she was probably not doing a great job of it, but if she hadn’t done it before, Rune hadn’t had it done to him either, so he wouldn’t know.
“Mmm... slow down,” he whispered. “No... stop... I’m going to... You have to stop...”
It didn’t sound like he wanted her to stop, but she respected his wish and released his cock with a pop. She craned her head and saw his shadow slightly arched toward her. He was looking at her, breathing heavily, his chest rising and falling rapidly.
“What’s wrong?” she asked. “Don’t you like it?”
“No, I do... I think I like it too much.”
“Then why did we stop?”
She shifted on the floor, feeling the dampness between her thighs. She’d have to wash her chemise after this.
“Because I thought I would...” He swallowed hard. “I felt like I was going to...”
Seraphina smiled and pressed a kiss to the head. “Oh. You can, you know. I will swallow.”
“N-No... It will taste bad.”
She flicked her tongue over the slit. “I don’t think so.”
He inhaled sharply. “But you... drinking that... It’s not... It’s not proper.”
“What if I want it?”
For a moment, he was too stunned to speak. “You... want it?”
She shrugged. “Is that so bad? Forget about proper. Look at my face, Rune. I’m not proper. And people keep telling you thatyou’re not proper, so why does it matter? Let’s be improper and enjoy it.”
He hesitated, considering her words. All this time, his hand hadn’t moved from her head, his thumb absentmindedly stroking a spot on her scalp that felt particularly good. Or maybe anywhere he touched her it felt good.
“All right,” he said. “Should I... Should I warn you?”
“That would be nice.” She gave him a smile. She was still holding the base of his cock with one hand, but the other had crept lower while they talked and now rested in her lap, close to her core. “Do you mind if I touch myself?”
“N-No... If you want to... Maybe I should...”
She could tell he was going through possible positions that would allow him to touch her while she did what she did to him. She had a few ideas, but they weren’t there yet. He wasn’t comfortable enough to suggest such things, and to be fair, she wasn’t sure she could manage them either.
“Just relax,” she said. Her hand slipped beneath her shift. “Don’t think about anything.”
“That’s impossible. I’m thinking about you. All the time.”
She smiled and pressed her lips to his head, where she whispered, “I like that. Yes, think about me.”
